I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Xiao Yizhuo didn't say anything else. He raised the corners of his lips slightly, stood up, gathered his clothes, and walked out.

Wen Shutang held Xiao Wan in his arms and looked up at his back, and only looked away after Xiao Yizhuo closed the door.

Pursing her lips and recalling the way Xiao Yizhuo teased her just now, she couldn't help but feel waves in her heart. Xiao Yizhuo like this was too vivid, making her feel inexplicably unreal.

She released the hand that was covering Xiao Wan's mouth, and Xiao Wan tilted his head to look at Wen Shutang.

"Why doesn't mom let dad stay here?"

Wen Shutang raised his head and touched her head when he heard this: "This bed is not big enough. It's just right for two people to sleep on. Your father is tall, so it's a bit too crowded for three people."

Xiao Wan blinked when she heard this. She felt that there was something wrong with Wen Shutang's words, but she couldn't tell what it was.

"Okay, dear Wan'er, it's getting late, let's rest." Wen Shutang held Xiao Wan in his arms, extinguished the candle, and returned to the bed. He covered her with a blanket, and they both closed their eyes.

Xiao Wan was exhausted from all the hard work today and soon fell asleep.

Although Wen Shutang was also a little tired, she didn't know why the image of Xiao Yizhuo's smiling face just now kept appearing in her mind, and the thought of this made her a little dazed.

It was not until late at night that Wen Shutang gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, Wen Shutang was awakened by a woman's crying.

She frowned and slowly opened her eyes. She looked down and found Xiao Wan sleeping in her arms, with her little brows furrowed, as if she was also sleeping uneasily because of the crying.

Wen Shutang sat up quietly and covered Xiao Wan with the quilt. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she seemed to be a little relaxed.

After getting down from the ground, changing his clothes, walking to the door and carefully closing it, Wen Shutang frowned and turned to walk towards the courtyard gate where the noisy sound came from.

She wanted to see who had such ill intentions as to disturb people's sleep so early in the morning.

Xiao Yizhuo also came out from the room next door, apparently woken up by the noise.

Xiao Ze, dressed neatly, pushed open the door and saw Xiao Yizhuo and Wen Shutang standing in the yard. He couldn't help but ask with some confusion.

"Dad, Mom, what happened?"

Wen Shutang shook his head: "I don't know, I heard this sound early in the morning."

As she spoke, she walked to the door and pushed it open. At a glance, she saw a woman in a rose pink dress holding a child who looked only two or three years old, kneeling in front of the door and crying loudly, as if she was going to shout the door down.

Wen Shutang frowned and walked up to the woman and said, "Who are you? Why are you crying at my door so early in the morning?"

The woman stopped howling and looked up at Wen Shutang's face. There was not a single tear on her face, as if she had just been shouting just to attract other people's attention.

But this courtyard is far away from the downtown area, and almost no one stops to take a look.

The woman glanced up and down at Wen Shutang, but her gaze did not linger on her for long, but fell on Xiao Yizhuo who was standing next to her.

The moment she saw Xiao Yizhuo, the woman's eyes revealed a bit of surprise and greed. She sniffed, lowered her brows and lowered her head to reveal her delicate and white neck, and her tone was gentle.

"Madam, I didn't mean to disturb your sweet dreams, but I was desperate and came to the Song Mansion to make a scene. My son caught a cold last night and has a high fever ever since. I beg you to be kind and return this house to me, considering that my son is a member of the Song Mansion who has been stranded outside."

The woman was so emotional and about to cry that anyone who saw her would have to say she looked pitiful.

But Wen Shutang caught the key information in her words. Is this child from the Song family? Isn't there only one young master, Song Zhoubai, in the Song family? What's the matter with this second young master who appeared out of nowhere?

"You may be crying in the wrong place. This is the new house I bought. It is no longer part of the Song family's territory. I spent several hundred taels of silver to buy this house. Don't talk as if I robbed it." Wen Shutang narrowed his eyes and stared at the expression on the woman's face.

Hearing this, the tearful expression on the woman's face froze for a moment, but then returned to her pitiful look. She raised her head inadvertently and cast a wronged look at Xiao Yizhuo, whispering softly.

"That's not what I meant. How could you misinterpret my meaning like that? If anyone else heard this, I would be too ashamed to live." She was about to cry.

Wen Shutang glanced at her and felt speechless. What was wrong with this woman? She came to her door crying and making a fuss early in the morning for no apparent reason. Not only did she ask her to return the yard, but now she even dared to turn the tables on her.

Does Wen Shutang look kind? Anyone can throw dirty water on her at will. And the look in this woman's eyes when she looked at Xiao Yizhuo was full of temptation. She really thought that she, the mistress, was not here.

Wen Shutang snorted coldly and looked at her with his arms folded: "You are so shameless? Then you are really a bit shameless."

Hearing Wen Shutang's words, the woman was obviously stunned. She never expected that Wen Shutang would respond to her so directly.

The woman immediately raised her head and looked at Xiao Yizhuo pitifully: "Madam, why are you so hostile to me? Aren't you afraid that the young master will dislike you and make you jealous?"

Wen Shutang's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head. No, she couldn't stand this gossip at all.

Following the woman's line of sight, Wen Shutang turned her head and glanced at Xiao Yizhuo, imitating the woman's affected tone and said, "Will my husband dislike me for being jealous?"

Xiao Yizhuo had a blank expression on his face, but when he heard what Wen Shutang said, he immediately said seriously: "Madam is generous and virtuous, how can you say she is jealous? It's just nonsense from others. Besides, I like the way Madam cares about me."

Hearing this answer, Wen Shutang nodded with satisfaction. Yes, this boy is teachable. He is a model of male virtue.

The woman thought Xiao Yizhuo would say a few words for her, but she didn't expect that this man had no sympathy for women at all. Instead, he spoke for the woman. She was so angry that she almost couldn't maintain the weak expression on her face.

This man is handsome, but he has no sense of romance at all.

Wen Shutang looked back at the stunned woman and raised his chin: "Since you asked me to return the yard to you, why don't we go find someone to judge the matter. I think the eldest young master of the Song Mansion should be qualified to do so."

When the woman heard Song Zhoubai's name, she froze and a hint of hesitation appeared on her face.

She dared to come to find Wen Shutang today, but it was only because she thought they were someone who was easy to bully because of their poor clothing. But she really had never thought of making trouble in front of the eldest young master of the Song Mansion.

After all, with her identity, she would definitely not get any benefits in front of Song Zhoubai.

Thinking of this, the woman immediately made a decision in her heart. She stood up with the child in her arms and wanted to leave.

"No, no need, I will leave now..."